I went to the cinema to see The Wrestler yesterday -- and despite everything -- graphic nudity, graphic violence, graphic sex, and more -- the only scene that really disturbed me was when Mickey Rourke's character threw up on the floor.
Sometimes I feel like such a mental case. Oh well, 'tis good to know I'm not alone.
~Emily
Monday, January 26, 2009
Sunday, January 18, 2009
Snow and Hope and Other Things
It is snowing here in Rhode Island like there is no tomorrow. We are stuck inside together. Hopefully no bugs will be making the rounds any time soon (and although many emetophobes Knock Wood when they say things like this, I'm not superstitious at all and will say it freely: we have yet to be affected by any stomach bugs. This is unusual for my family, what with having four kids, two of whom are under thirteen and one of whom will always get the bug if it is going around the house).
Lately, I have been trying hard to convince myself that vomiting happens to many, many people and they deal and then it's over. I'm trying, I'm trying, I'm trying. And sometimes I think it's working. Sadly, though, every time I feel nauseous my good old phobic self kicks into gear. On the other hand, I find myself not panicking immediately every time I feel the faintest shadow of nausea, so that's great!
It's really too bad we'll have to stay off the roads today. Sunday is my only completely free day of the week. Oh well.
Hoping everyone, emetophobes and all, are well today. And to the United States readers, happy Martin Luther King day!
~Emily
Lately, I have been trying hard to convince myself that vomiting happens to many, many people and they deal and then it's over. I'm trying, I'm trying, I'm trying. And sometimes I think it's working. Sadly, though, every time I feel nauseous my good old phobic self kicks into gear. On the other hand, I find myself not panicking immediately every time I feel the faintest shadow of nausea, so that's great!
It's really too bad we'll have to stay off the roads today. Sunday is my only completely free day of the week. Oh well.
Hoping everyone, emetophobes and all, are well today. And to the United States readers, happy Martin Luther King day!
~Emily
Thursday, January 1, 2009
Nightmares!
There was a post yesterday on http://emetophobia.com -- also known as the International Emetophobia Society -- that scared me to the core. I won't post the details, since I myself quite wish I had suppressed the temptation to read the article to which the poster had linked.
Anyway, it brought on a horrific nightmare: my fourteen-year-old brother had been stricken with (cue organ) N O R O V I R U S. I spent the entire dream trying to escape it, and was so concerned about washing my hands that it was complete agony. This dream was even nastier than those in which I'm being sick myself, since in those dreams, I just kind of deal with it.
Well, Happy New Year anyway. I would say, "Have a vomit-free year", except that last time I said that to someone things didn't work out so well for me. Not that I'm superstitious. But you know. Just in case.
~Emily
Anyway, it brought on a horrific nightmare: my fourteen-year-old brother had been stricken with (cue organ) N O R O V I R U S. I spent the entire dream trying to escape it, and was so concerned about washing my hands that it was complete agony. This dream was even nastier than those in which I'm being sick myself, since in those dreams, I just kind of deal with it.
Well, Happy New Year anyway. I would say, "Have a vomit-free year", except that last time I said that to someone things didn't work out so well for me. Not that I'm superstitious. But you know. Just in case.
~Emily
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